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Straight To Her Head

The ball flew straight ahead
Smacking her right in the head

I pitched it to her
It came so fast, it happened in a blur

She sniffled in pain
As I thought in my brain,

I could have said, "Head's up!" or "Watch out!"
But I watched as the coach said, "Timeout!"

My face turns red, I feel ashamed
I knew I didn't aim

I forget to say sorry
I think she thought I was angry

I see it in my dreams
And sometimes in daydreams

I and I will never forget
How we both were so upset
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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October 22, 2015 at 9:53 PM
Wow Rachel the game can be dangerous. Felt this in this write. Nicely done.
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